Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.